ngwei hadn't informed Luo Yirou about it.And as for Ruofei's phone call just now, it was purely driven by her personal feelings.Because she couldn't see Leng Ye Chen, her heart itched uncomfortably. A...Upon learning of her elopement with Ajing, his heartbreak outweighed his anger.

Seeing her once again being "abandoned" by Ajing, he was more happy than heartbroken.

From what point on, he seemed to not care if she still had him in her heart, only that she could still stay by his side.

Having missed her time and time again, this time, he was not willing to miss her again.

Tong Yimo lay in Leng Yechen's arms, listening to his even breaths, her eyes wide as she stared at his handsome sleeping face.

She couldn't help but reach up and touch the new stubble on his chin.

Three years have made this man more masculine.

I have to say, Leng Ye Chen is a very handsome and enduring man.

He is chiseled and handsome, with sword-like eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. No matter what he wears, he can't hide his innate elegance. He looks like a mixed-race male star who walked out of a TV drama.

Suddenly, she thought of the one-inch photo of Luo Yirou that was in the inner pocket of his suit jacket. Tong Yimo suddenly retracted her hand.

And at this moment, the cell phone he had put in his pocket started to vibrate again with a "buzzing" sound.

Tong Yimo carefully took out Cold Yechen's phone from his pocket. Seeing that the caller ID was "Luo Yirou", she answered the call for him.

"Brother, where have you gone again" Luo Yirou's voice was gentle, with a hint of coquettish complaint.

Tong Yimo raised her eyes to look at Leng Yechen, seeing that he was sleeping soundly. She covered her mouth and the phone's speaker hole, whispering, "He's asleep."

"Who are you" Luo Yirou asked bluntly.

"Tong Yimo."

"That would be a bother, Madam. Would you please wake Mr. Leng up" Luo Yi's gentle tone suddenly turned serious.

Tong Yi Mo looked at Leng Ye Chen again, feeling that he seemed to be really tired. She couldn't bear to wake him up, so she decided to play the role of Su Daji, a beautiful woman who brought disaster.

"Secretary Luo, Mr. Leng has canceled all his appointments for today. Please reschedule them. That's it, I'll hang up."

"Tong Yimo! Do you know how many people in the entire company rely on Big Brother for their livelihood Ever since you came, Big Brother has been repeatedly late to work and leaving early. Because of you, Big Brother is going to miss a contract worth tens of billions today."

Then, "Excuse me, what did Big Brother hire you to do" Tong Yimo questioned domineeringly.

Luo Yi was taken aback by her question, and after a moment, replied, "Of course, to assist him with his work."

"Why do I feel like you're not assisting him with his work, but interfering with his private life"

"You—" Suddenly, Luo Li was speechless when she was confronted by Tong Yimo.

Tong Yimo didn't say a word and hung up the phone directly.

She inexplicably felt a sense of "current vs. former" in her heart.

This female secretary, how come she is so nosy

Tong Yimo remembered, Leng Yechen's side seemed to have an assistant named Zheng Zhongwei!

Unbeknownst to her, today's schedule held a particularly important matter. Leng Yechen had already briefed Zheng Zhongwei last night, but Zheng Zhongwei hadn't informed Luo Yirou about it.

And as for Ruofei's phone call just now, it was purely driven by her personal feelings.

Because she couldn't see Leng Ye Chen, her heart itched uncomfortably. All she wanted to know was what he was doing right now.

Now, she knew he was sleeping with his young wife.

That girl Tong Yimo, she's truly a beauty who brings disaster!

"Achoo—" Not knowing who cursed her from behind, Tong Yimo sneezed, her body trembling.

In the cold night, Chen slept soundly, instinctively holding Tong Yimo close as if trying to warm her.

Tong Yi Mo stared wide-eyed at Leng Ye Chen, always feeling that this man was treating her like a comfort doll.

Unconsciously, Leng Ye's hand reached out to pull Tong Yimo, who was sleeping beside him, back into his arms.

But, his large hand where it touched had no expected warmth and softness, only the coldness of the bed frame.

Here's the translation:

Hi there!

Cold night, sinking open his eyes, looking at the empty room, and slightly frowned his handsome sword eyebrow.

Did she run away from him again

At the thought of this, his chest ached again.

After getting out of bed, he looked around the room until he heard knocking sounds from outside the door. Then, he curiously walked out to have a look.

To the left of the entrance, in the front courtyard, Tong Yimo was dressed in a crimson coarse linen robe and black cloth shoes. Her long hair was coiled into a bun at the back of her head. One foot was on the ground, the other was resting on a high chair. In one hand she held an iron hammer, and in the other a wooden nail. With practiced movements, she hammered the door panel.

The magenta sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, revealing two slender and pale arms. She hammered each nail with great effort.

This little woman really gives him a lot of trouble!

With a baby in her belly, she still used her long legs to press down on her abdomen and forced herself to do all this heavy labor.

What was she thinking about

Late Night strode towards them with long, powerful steps. He didn't speak, and snatched the iron hammer from Tong Yimo's hands directly.

"Hey What are you doing taking my hammer" Tong Yimo stood up straight, crossed her arms, and looked at Leng Yechen complainingly.

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